Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Из окон

From the windows of crispy crust bears,
For curtains flicker hands.
There is no stop, and me - please!
The driver of the bus - my best friend.

She spetsovochke such oiled,
Take this incredible on it.
Oh, Nadia, Nadia, we were happy to b,
Where are you persecuting their horses?

A well-fed horses manes sway,
Bus newcomer hurry-hurry.
Nadia Nadia Hey, I used for twenty kopecks
At either side of your soul.

I know you are in the evening silk dress
Will you go for a walk down the street to the other.
Oh, Nadia, come on horses, whip naschelkivat
Hold your horses - let's talk!

But horses at dusk sway manes.
a brand new bus in a hurry - a hurry.
Oh, Nadia, Nadia, I used for twenty kopecks
In any direction tvoei soul!